#2-13 The Saintess Has Submitted (Sharon - Saintess Submission/Slave Oath♥) (5)

Becoming a unit affiliated with his nation. Sharon, who knew nothing about the game, had no way of understanding what that meant. But it was clearly far better than the simple enslavement she'd feared up until now. There was no tyrannical arrogance in Gaon Moon's voice as he stroked her sweat-slicked back and whispered in her ear.

On the contrary, it carried consideration and affection. As if he wanted to protect her. As if he promised to save her. Those emotions of protection and care seemed woven into his voice.

"I won't take your freedom, Sharon. I won't interfere with your faith in the goddess or your worship. Do whatever you want. Relief work, prayers, services—anything goes. If there's anything I can help with, I'll do my best. I'm not the enemy of the goddess you believe in."

"Up until now, I was a bit harsh to convince you, Sharon. But not anymore. No more tentacles, no arbitrary body modifications. I'll tone down the erotic tattoo's effects to just contraception and suppress the rest. Of course, if you want, we could use the other functions too."

"Sex... I can't promise never. You're too attractive, Sharon. I'll probably want to fuck you again just looking at you. But now you're a body that can't live without sex with me, so it's not bad for either of us, right? Like just now, I promise we'll have sex that feels good for both of us. I won't do anything you hate."

"I'll give you free time too. I never planned to meddle in your life anyway. Just lend me a bit of power when I need it. Otherwise, do whatever you want. Live the life you desire. I have no intention of stopping you."

"Oh, and you're worried about that murderer, right? I'll help catch him. With Sion's power, finding the culprit won't be hard. And you have strong subordinates to back you up."

Gaon Moon continued at length, persuading her. There was nothing to worry about. Just one word, and he'd not only guarantee her freedom but also reward her for all her past suffering. After that, he'd treat her like a delicate jewel. That was how he coaxed her.

Such sweet persuasion after the most pleasurable sex of her life. It was unfair. No matter how devout her faith, as a woman, hearing such words from this magnificent man while cradled so firmly in his arms—it was impossible not to be moved.

Her female instincts cried out to submit to this male, to yield to him on their own.

"—Sharon, will you give me your answer?"

And Gaon Moon attempted Persuasion.

A negotiation to change her affiliation. A skill usable only once per turn. Failure now would mean waiting days or weeks for the next turn.

So he'd put in maximum effort. Using hypnosis and training to erode her mental strength, then lowering his demands to make them easier to accept. The once-impregnable saintess's defenses had clearly weakened. Gaon Moon confirmed it through the status window's numbers.

At this point, it was worth a shot.

After a long time, Sharon finally slipped free from Gaon Moon's embrace. As his cock pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, thick globs of semen poured out. Without even thinking to wipe her pussy, Sharon knelt hesitantly before him, head bowed in silence.

And then the silence broke.

"...I... I..."

Sharon answered. In her ears rang the phantom sound of dice rolling, though she had no reason to hear it.

Before Gaon Moon's eyes, the dice tumbled.

"I refuse."

And Sharon rejected the proposal.

* * *

"I'll refuse, Gaon... no, King Gaon."

Sharon answered. Even after all this, it was a firm rejection.

"I am the Saintess of the Holy Light Kingdom Berea. Daughter of this nation that follows the goddess. I cannot betray Berea and become yours. So I refuse your proposal."

Sharon replied with polite, solemn resolve. Besides, he was the trash who'd dragged her here without permission, imprisoned her, and raped her. No way she'd listen to him. Everything he said was probably lies anyway.

"......."

Gaon Moon said nothing. His gaze fixed on her was uncomfortable. He stood defenselessly close. Seeing her chance, Sharon tried to assassinate him—but failed, just like always. She couldn't attack him. No murderous intent rose toward him at all.

Abandoning that, she decided at least to leave the room. Stepping off the bed, her legs buckled badly. She barely caught herself on the nearby desk.

Anyway, today was over. Tomorrow might bring cruel torture again. This affectionate, purely pleasurable sex might be the last.

But no regrets. She was the goddess's saintess. If she yielded to this pressure, it would tarnish the goddess's name. Sharon couldn't allow that.

As she reached for the door—before she could open it, the handle turned on its own, and the door swung open.

"...Wha—"

"I've arrived, Gaon-nim. Sorry for the delay."

The one entering wasn't Sion or Heart, who'd left midway. Nor Amy, steadying her pregnant body downstairs.

The person who'd opened the door was none other than the church's holy knight, Noa Florence.

Noa Florence's red eyes scanned Sharon up and down—from her filthy naked body as she tried to leave the room. Feeling a chill from those emotionless pupils, Sharon instinctively covered herself.

"About time you got here, Noa. What took so long?"

"The church suddenly assigned me work... I'm truly, truly sorry, Gaon-nim."

"Just kidding. It wasn't that late."

Before she knew it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Gaon Moon had gotten off the bed and approached behind her. He grabbed her shoulder, dragging her back to the room's center.

Noa Florence entered, closing and locking the door behind her.

Why? Why was Holy Knight Noa Florence here? Why was she in this place? Why so casually chatting with that man? Like they'd known each other forever?

Sharon alternated glances between Noa Florence and Gaon Moon, shuddering with foreboding.

"Why... why is a holy knight like you...!"

"More importantly, Sharon, let's finish what we started. This time, I'll get a proper answer."

"Ngh, let go...! I won't give you the answer you want! Becoming your possession? I'd die first...!"

"Sorry, Saintess, but playtime's over."

Persuasion could be used once per turn. But on the same target, after failure, one more attempt was possible. Naturally, demands could be adjusted for negotiation.

"One more time, Saintess. This time, it's not just affiliation."

"Submit."

"Not just your affiliation—offer your body, heart, soul, and faith. Serve, worship, and obey only me. Become my eternal slave: follow my every command to the death, refrain if I say stop, gaze only at me, yearn only for me, overflowing with love for me. Become that eternal slave, Saintess."

Ridiculous compared to before. She'd rejected the mild version— no way she'd accept this.

Or so it should have been.

"Yes. I will become your slave............ Huh?"

Her mouth moved blankly, as if controlled, uttering those words. Shocked by her own speech, Sharon glared at Gaon Moon, eyes wide.

Making her mouth move on its own. It had to be his hypnosis. Forcing an answer like that changed nothing.

No matter how much hypnosis or humiliation he inflicted, the truly important parts inside her wouldn't change. That's what Sharon knew.

Up until now.

But now was different.

——Thump!

'Wha...?'

Turning to Gaon Moon, Sharon suddenly felt her heart pound fiercely.

Something. Something. Something had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠changed.

Staring at him, she could barely breathe, her heart thundering wildly. Her legs trembled. Power drained from her thighs, but his hand supported her.

Even that support felt too reverent; Sharon nearly screamed.

"Ah, aa... Wh-what... Ah...!"

"Good, Sharon. Say it again. From now on, what are you?"

No. No no no no no.

She couldn't say that answer. The previous one was a mistake... no, manipulated by this man... no no.

Forced to face him, Sharon looked up. Her thin lips quivered, slowly parting.

"I am... Lord Gaon's...... eternal slave. Body and heart......!!"

And she repeated the confession. Realizing it was her own will—not hypnosis, not control.

In that instant, something like electricity surged through her. Her vision flashed white.

"Ah, aa...!"

All strength fled her body; Sharon crumpled there. Yet her arms clung reverently to Gaon Moon, refusing to let go—like she was clinging to him.

Gaon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Moon looked down at her with a smile. Noa Florence stood beside him.

"Good choice, Sharon. Great answer. I'll make you endlessly happy, so let's get along forever—my exclusive slave saintess."

His words rang out. The voice delivering her life's irrevocable verdict.

With that, Sharon's life was doomed. Its end foretold.

Her future, once the goddess's she admired, was now definitively his.

Even in this doomed situation, with her ruin foretold.

His gaze upon her, his voice—now infinitely, infinitely, infinitely more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beloved—Sharon felt tears welling in ecstatic gratitude, nodding mindlessly.